Chuck Hicks was born in East Tennessee, raised in North Carolina, and educated at Marshall University (alma mater of writer Breece D’J Pancake, comedian Soupy Sales and those overlooked Heisman Trophy candidates…). He is the son of the last man to see civil rights activist William L. Moore alive. He is married and has five chaps. Chuck is unabashedly provincial; a product of the Appalachian South. Notwithstanding, his musical interests are as varied as mountain fauna – primitive roots, bluegrass, jazz, alt/rock, etc. Chuck has written music reviews for PopMatters and has published essays and poetry. A hater of “Music City Babylon,” he combs the by-ways and hedges for lesser known artists creating authentic music. He knows just enough guitar and banjo to be dangerous and would like to pick n’ grin on the porch sometime with Billy Redden.
 
Scott Hudson is Fixing A Hole’s resident historian of all things rock. As a youth, Scott cut his teeth on the likes of Alice Cooper, Grand Funk Railroad, The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix and Deep Purple. In his late teens he discovered guitar and became a disciple of guitar gods Edward Van Halen and Randy Rhoads, to name a few. He had the good fortune to share the stage with Bruce Springsteen's saxophonist Clarence Clemons in 1986, which stands out as one of his finest moments. But he is best known for the four hours he hid in the bathroom at Hirsch Memorial Coliseum in Shreveport, LA (1980) in a successful attempt to meet Van Halen and vocalist David Lee Roth. Scott formerly published interviews, music, concert and book reviews for both PopMatters and Consumable Online. He holds a Computer Degree (stuffed in a box somewhere). Scott is married and the proud father of two.
 
Coax an impressionable male child from the womb, force feed him an elephant-steady diet of Beatles and Marvel comics, and you’re apt to create a beast not too dissimilar to Wes Long; a once tragically handsome man (damn locusts) fully equipped with a piranha-rabid appetite for music and a “so called” unhealthy obsession for the written word (as if his caseworker knows everything). He’s studied at several easily forgotten North Carolina institutions and has a background in art and English. Wes currently does time in the highly creative field of real estate appraisal. Yeah, he doesn’t get it either. Wes is a published poet and has wasted much of the last decade playing guitars and writing articles for Consumable Online, PopMatters and the fine print music magazine The Music Monitor. As if that’s not sexy enough, he’s also obsessed with the criminally undervalued English band XTC and has created an ultra-shiny shrine of sorts in honor of them: Optimism’s Flames. He's the not-so proud designer of this site and feels that all criticism of said web space should be directed towards Chuck or Scott. Be advised; if you corner Wes, he will hiss.